People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Lola glared at her fiercely, turned her head and shook her head shyly:

"No, it's nothing."

You don't have any improper thoughts, or do you have no improper thoughts?

Ernst helplessly patted the secretary who was always good at talking and producing pornographic waste, and warned her not to lead Lola astray again.

She is such a pure college student who came back to our remote village for the development of Kjerag and the revitalization of the people of Kjerag. Why is your mind full of love?

Looking at the bigger picture, can the great ideal of allowing every household in Kjerag to use a small stove be tarnished by such things?

Holhaiya stuck out his tongue, meaning he understood.

Ernst then went on to introduce the next person:

"This is our Chancellor of the Exchequer and Scientific Advisor, Joyce Moore, who is not very talkative."

Ernst said. Joyce's ear feathers trembled slightly, as if she had just come to her senses, and nodded slightly.

Seeing that she had no intention of shaking hands, Kent did not take the initiative to extend his hand, but just praised her as usual:

"Ms. Joyce looks very young, but she exudes a meticulous temperament from head to toe. The position of Chancellor of the Exchequer is extremely important to a country, and it is precisely such a person who is needed to take up the position. Prime Minister Ernst has a keen eye for talent."

Ernst nodded. Of all the people, the one he felt most at ease with was White Owl. Although he was a little sleepy and spoke a little slurred due to his mineral sickness, it was not a big problem. The important thing was that he was really trustworthy in what he did.

Ernst entrusted Holhaya to send her account books, and it took only a day and a half to organize and archive them into formal financial reports. This kind of efficiency can only be said to be worthy of being an SSR selected from the formal recruitment!

Miss White Owl gave Joyce a thumbs-up and responded with a one-pixel smile. Ernst walked past her and went to the last minister-level figure in the government structure.

"This is my foreign minister, Vina Victoria. She's from Victoria, too."

Ernst introduced. Kent looked at the girl in front of him and was about to extend his hand to shake her hand and compliment her as usual, but when he noticed her face, he suddenly frowned.

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

Vina spoke in standard Victorian English. Although it was deliberately suppressed, the old Londinium flavor was still recognizable.

Kent was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and shook it back:

"Hello, Ms. Vina."

He paused and asked:

"You are from Londinium?"

Vina's body suddenly stiffened, and she seemed to shrink back a little, but when she saw Ernst standing beside her, she gritted her teeth and answered firmly:

"Yes, my hometown is Londinium."

"Have you ever thought about going back to take a look?" Kent asked as if he was just chatting casually. "Londinium has changed a lot. If I haven't been back for a long time, maybe there will be some surprises."

Vina shook her head. "No need. I love Shelagh and I enjoy life here."

"I see." Kent nodded, smiled and withdrew his hand.

Beside him, little Dai Finn looked back at the others along the way they came, pulled Kent's hand, and asked in a low voice:

“Dad, why is his government full of women?”

Kent gasped, then noticed the problem.

Damn, it seems to be true. How come several ministers in Ernst’s government are women, and they are all young and beautiful.

Even if it is a combination of work and rest, isn't this a bit too much?

If I put Daifen here, will the outside not break but the inside break?

The Slaanesh culture is like a scourge that endangers the physical and mental health and safety of the little girl!

Just when Kent was doubting his decision, another silver-white figure of Kuranta slowly approached from a distance. Xinteleya held a stack of banknotes in her hand and handed it to Ernst, telling him the bad news:

"Boss, this is the money that Kalan Trade refunded to you."

"Kalan Trade?" Ernst was stunned. He thought about it in his mind and didn't react for a while. "They don't owe me money?"

Xintelaiya recalled what the messenger Mr. Weiss had said and repeated, "It's a refund. It's a refund. It said something like, 'Due to a transportation error, the Originium stove you ordered, along with the pack animal and sled, fell off the cliff and was severely damaged. It's probably impossible to find it back. So I'm refunding you the money here.' Well, that's what it said."

As soon as she finished speaking, she found that Ernst in front of her had a sad look on his face, as if he had been hit hard and couldn't accept it.

Kjerag's external purchases now rely on the trade line of Kalan Trade, and Kalan Trade cannot go to the international trade line just to order a small stove for him. The reason why he was able to bring one back from Victoria this time was because the Duke of Windermere accepted the invitation, which gave Kalan Trade, who was responsible for the reception, the opportunity to add an extra trip.

So, why did it break?

Rolling down the cliff? Who did it? This Prime Minister will not let him taste the judgment of the Holy Stone, but hang him on the Matterhorn and let the feathered beasts eat his internal organs!

Looking at Ernst's genuine anger, Kent hesitated for a moment, but wisely did not say that he seemed to have seen the small stove.

Let the little stove that has completed its glorious mission disappear forever under the cliff along with the frozen gray top hat.

At least here, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

There would probably be nothing wrong with Daifen staying here, because Prime Minister Ernst had the same or even more fanatical hobbies as him.

He is also a machine-sexual!

Chapter 52: The road to heaven does not necessarily have to be on the ground

Kjerag, Tukarim, Government Office Building (to be released in the future).

Ernst, Nastie and Lola sat around the table, pointing at Kjerag's simple map in front of them.

Nasti: "Honestly, the Kjerag people have lived and multiplied on Kjerag for thousands of years, and they haven't even thought of drawing a detailed map?"

Ernst curled his lips and thought to himself, you really know how to talk. Look at Kjerag's situation, does it look like he can map it in detail?

When the Lighthouse Country was moving westward, they spent hundreds of thousands of lives and sent out countless expeditions to survey the western frontier, which led to a large-scale westward movement. Not to mention far away, even in Colombia, do you think the number of territories opened up and the number of lives consumed in pioneering every year is less?

This is the case with professional equipment and technical personnel.

This simple map provided by Ernst was also the one that successive tiger hunters of Kjerag and the devout believers of Manzhuyuan spent their lives climbing up one stone at a time and one mountaintop at a time. During the days when Yelagund was sleeping, they were not as lucky as Horn Peak and Kent Windermere, who were sent back to safety by a breeze after falling off the cliff.

They are all the results of piles of corpses, so there is no need to distinguish between high and low.

Moreover, Ernst wanted to ask: Do you Sarkaz have a map of your own home?

Oh, your family is gone.

As if she had sensed Ernst's displeasure, Nastie skipped the topic and simply made an assessment:

"Mr. Ernst, it is not an easy task to build a road in Kjerag that meets the standards of an ordinary town."

"After sampling by my team over the past few days, we found that most of the land in Kjerag is either frozen soil or boulders with severely weathered surfaces. This construction environment is extremely unstable. If we force the construction, the maintenance cost of the road will increase to an unimaginable multiple. Moreover, even if you maintain it for a long time, a small avalanche or a rock slide in the mountain may cause the entire road to collapse. It cannot be repaired at all."

She analyzed carefully.

"In addition, Kjerag's environment makes it difficult to use large construction machinery. Rhine Life's tower cranes and bulldozers simply have no roads to drive up the mountain, and there is no way to transport the required building materials to the construction site. If we want to rely solely on manpower for transportation, it will be... a huge cost."

Because there are no roads, railways and highways need to be built, and because highways and railways need to be built, roads are needed to transport building materials into Kjerag.

It was like a vicious cycle. Enthiotis worked hard for more than a decade on the basis of his parents' efforts, and finally managed to build a railway to the outside of the mountains at the most well-known exit of Kjerag, the flat Tukarim. For this, his efforts were already astronomical.

It is almost impossible to achieve what Ernst said about unimpeded road and rail connections to every family territory and every large settlement in Kjerag.

It’s impossible to reach, as if building a road to the clouds on the top of the mountain.

But is it really impossible to build a road to heaven?

Ernst pondered and looked at Lola beside him. The only doctor in Kjerag represented the next generation of Kjerag.

Their future is Kjerag's future. They are not unintelligent, they just lack opportunities.

If this road to heaven is not built, they will never have a chance.

Ernst took a deep breath and asked:

"Cost is an issue I need to consider. What I need you to tell me is that as long as the cost is high enough, this road can be opened!"

Nasti was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of unreasonableness in her eyes when she looked at Ernst.

She felt that the Prime Minister of Kjerag might not understand what she was saying, nor did he understand the meaning of the idiom "retreat when faced with difficulties."

She replied:

"Mr. Ernst, you may not understand what I mean. The most important thing right now is that due to the backwardness of Kjerag's basic education, we can hardly recruit any local workers for work such as building railways and roads. This means that we can only hire all the professional geological detection technicians and railway laying workers from outside."

"Even if you search all of Terra, you won't find a construction company that can take on this kind of task."

This is the fact. Whether it is Columbia or Victoria, or even Da Yan, construction companies cannot support a large number of basic workers. Most of the time, if there is any construction project, construction companies recruit people locally.

Where can Kjerag recruit?

The workers here don’t even know how to apply glue!

Do we expect them to use thatch and red bricks to pave tracks for trains to run on?

"In short, this is no longer a question of cost. Perhaps after construction technology develops for a few more years and new technology matures, this project will be more feasible."

Waiting until the time is right is a polite way of saying stop dreaming.

Nastie said it politely, but Ernst heard it clearly.

This is the reality. Behind the heavenly road that can be built to the roof of the world in Ernst's mind is a country that is no less powerful than any Terran hegemony. The country has invested its entire national strength, with organizations like the army as construction workers, taking great risks and making great sacrifices to finally achieve this miracle of the world.

As you can imagine, Kjerag couldn't commit that much effort.

Just when Ernst was feeling disappointed, Lola suddenly said:

"Then.....what if it's not railways and roads?"

The young Ursus girl tried to ask,

"When I was studying in Columbia, I heard that Ms. Christen, the general manager of Rhine Life, has been working on developing a revolutionary mode of transportation!"

Nastie frowned. "You mean the aircraft? No, that's impossible too. Not to mention that the aircraft technology is still very immature and the accident rate is extremely high. The aircraft itself cannot be used in extreme weather. The high altitude environment of Kjerag is too dangerous for aircraft."

"What if we can open up a stable and safe route in the sky of Kjerag?" Ernst suddenly asked.

Nasti looked at him with an expression of "Are you kidding me?" written all over her face.

Weather and high-altitude air currents are the power of nature. They are forces that are difficult for humans to touch and even more difficult to control. Wanting to control the weather and create a shipping route out of thin air, isn't this just a foolish dream?

"What if this is possible?" Ernst said firmly, "If Commander Christen's aircraft technology is mature, and we have a way to open up a safe route over Kjerag, then is the method of aircraft transportation feasible in theory?"

Nasti looked into Ernst's eyes and saw unexpected determination and confidence in them.

“Where does this confidence come from?”

Such a question flashed through her mind. Faced with his seemingly impossible question, she finally thought about it seriously and then nodded:

"If you can actually do it, then flying vehicles are more likely than rail and road plans."

Ernst breathed a sigh of relief.

The road to heaven does not necessarily have to be limited to the earth.

Chapter 53: Not even for a moment did I mourn my weak knowledge

Shelag, Manzhuyuan, Saint's Hall.

As the Holy Son of Kalan, Ernst would climb the holy mountain every once in a while to pray to Yelagund.

Yelagundeben said that he didn't really care about this kind of red tape. As long as he wanted, he could appear beside Ernst in an instant no matter where he was in Kjerag. But rules are rules, and Ernst still insisted on this custom.

After all, even though the conservative leader, the Great Elder, had died, it did not mean that the conservatives had disappeared along with him. If anyone was willing to observe the wrinkles on the faces of those so-called supporters of the Son of God, they would find that they had the same age spots as the elders of the Council of Elders in the past.

They didn't disappear, they just changed their appearance.

Ernst didn't intend to irritate their sensitive nerves. These old men still had a say in some matters of Kjerag. Even if they were not good enough, they could still be thrown out to take the blame when trouble arose.

"I always feel like you're thinking of something very rude."

Standing in front of the sacred stone of Yelagunde enshrined in Manjuin, Yaer said thoughtfully.

Ernst opened his eyes and said, "No, I am praying very devoutly."

Come on, you call me mother more often than you call me Lord Yelagund, and you do it devoutly.

Yaer complained in her heart. But the strange thing was that although He knew that Ernst's name was a bit strange, He never corrected this heretical name through the divine stone.

On the contrary, He seemed to be quite pleased with this title.